This season's work, as the Keeper heard it.
The forge and the disassembly bench have found their voices — strike, split, and you will hear it now. And when word needs to reach you, a raven carries it. The ravens are new. They learned quickly. We have stopped asking where they go between messages.
Hunters now carry a health bar — the world pushes back, and it seemed only fair you should see how hard. The menu has been rebuilt, the forge now shows each find in the colour of its rarity, and materials and blueprints have each been given a room of their own instead of sharing a drawer.
Searching the map asks less patience of you than it did. Quest timers no longer lie. Your experience updates the moment you earn it, not when the ledger feels like admitting it.
And underneath all of it, the quiet work: the bones of the application rewritten, the paths between you and us made faster, a hundred small cracks sealed. The kind of work nobody notices — unless it stops.